She wasn't jealous--oh no!--she was simply miserable! 'Oh, I daresay you can no more help it than I can.

You, of course, are twenty times more use here than I am.

I don't dispute that.

But I am the daughter of the house after all, and it is a little hard to be so shelved--so absolutely put in the background!--as I am--' 'Don't I consult you whenever I can?
haven't I done my best to--' interrupted Elizabeth, only to be interrupted in her turn.
-- 'to persuade father to let me do things?
Yes, that's just it!--_you_ persuade father, you manage everything.

It's just that that's intolerable!' And flushed with passion, extraordinarily handsome, Pamela stood tremulously silent, her eyes fixed on Elizabeth.